A Night that Was Never Supposed to Happen

Last summer Ryan did exactly what she promised herself she wouldn't. She fell for her best friend. Of course, James had always been the attractive one, constantly flirting with her, but Ryan could not risk the only real friendship she had. James Wick was not the star football player or some popular prick, in fact very few people notice him. Just like how very few people noticed Ryan. They had been best friends since the first grade making them inseparable. Ryan was never one to get along with the other girls because they, to put it frankly, scared the shit out of her. 

It was the summer before junior year and everything seemed to be perfect with Ryan. She was even coming to terms with the fact that she was an outcast. She found that she once more loved her long black hair and her hazel eyes that stared back at her in the mirror every morning. She once more rejoiced at the fact that she was one of the few girls in her high school that wore no make-up. She had her painting, James, and herself; that was all she needed to survive the summer. 

It was the first week of June when Ryan began to notice a shift in James' attitude towards her. She noticed that he would constantly put his arm around her shoulder obviously a territorial sign. In the darkness of the movie's once she caught him with his hand on her thigh. Ryan willingly put the inevitable behind her and tried to focus on their friendship instead of their potential in an actual relationship.

The two were sitting in James' basement one night. James sat on the floor in front of the couch playing COD while Ryan sat behind him on the couch cross-legged. She absentmindedly began playing with his auburn hair which was probably due for a hair cut soon. 

"What are we going to do tomorrow?" Ryan asked sheepishly. "My brother has another one of his football tournaments all day."

Pausing his game, James turned around to face me. "What time are his games? We could go watch him play; isn't it his first time playing goalie?"

"Yeah," I sigh. "But his games start at six meaning we have to be there at five-thirty meaning we'd have to wake up at five o'clock in the morning." She shook her head.

"We could go see another movie?" He sat up on his knees and put his hands on mine.

"There is nothing new out."

"Or we could go to the skating park."

"Your dad ran over my board last weekend remember?"  She sigh again.

"Stop sighing like that, it's depressing." There was something in the tone of his voice that made something in the pit of my stomach stir. 

"What time is it?"  She asked checking my pockets for her phone.

"Eleven-forty." He answered looking off his watch.

"Damn it's late. I need to get home."  Ryan began to stand up to leave but James pulled her back down onto the couch by her arm.

"No I really have to go, no time for games." She began.

James' blue eyes landed on mine and she paused. There was something about them, the way he was looking at her. Ryan wanted to melt. He stood up slowly not breaking eye contact with her. He softly, tenderly put his hands on her shoulders and laid Ryan out on the couch. By this time every nerve in her body was burning and the feeling in her stomach spread a little lower. 

"James," Ryan meant to say it with more authority to put an end to this. But when his name crossed her lips it came out as a soft whisper of a moan. 

Slowly he straddled her and leaned in. She could feel his minty breath on her neck and she wanted to burst. Before she could say anything his warm lips pressed against her neck and she let out a trembling groan. Ryan lost control of her own body it felt when her hands wound their way under his shirt feeling out every single muscle that made up his build. She could hear his breathing grow heavier in her ear. 

That was when her pulled back and looked Ryan dead in the eye. It was a look that asked a question and Ryan knew the answer. Swallowing hard, she couldn't nod fast enough. 

His lips found hers and he let his weight down on her. Ryan wrapped her legs around him, she wanted him closer. Bitting his lip she let out another moan when she felt his erection. Her hands traced his abs then undid his jeans. She reached into his pants and he spasmed against her, pulling her towards him. Her lips ran up and down his neck. With frantic need, James pulled Ryan's lime green polo over her head and tossed it behind him. Her grey bra was off just as fast and followed her shirt over his back. Ryan's eyes rolled back when his lips met her breasts. Biting her lip she pulled off both their pants. They were completely skin to skin. James' hand found her first. Slowly he eased two fingers into her and she moaned again tossing her head back. Then he eased in four and the tingles down her legs became unbearable. 

"Just," She gasped. "Just do it!"

James smiled and a moment later... he was inside her. Ryan let out a cry but James stopped his short my pulling her into him. "Shh..." He hushed trying not to lose himself just yet. She buried her face into his neck and let out another moan this one much more dynamic than the last. They were both shaking uncontrollably and James finally lose. A groan escaped his lips but not before Ryan pulled his mouth to hers. She traced the inside of his mouth with her tongue and she shivered.

It was over too soon she felt. It was just a summer night that was never supposed to happen, but it changed her life forever.